The "Field Trip to Death" started at the northern gate of the Academy.
Massive iron gates had creaked open, revealing a fleet of carriages waiting for them.
These were far from normal wagons but luxury transport with polished wood, velvet curtains, and horses that looked like they ate better than most Nameless in local villages.
The exhausted first-years looked at the soft cushions with tears in their eyes. After the Hell week they'd just survived, sitting down for a few hours sounded like Heaven.
John stood by the lead carriage while fiddling with a small item in his hand.
"Alright, load up. Three to a carriage, and please don't fight over the window seats."
Passing all the other students, Ignotus walked up to the first carriage.
He looked at the plush seat and then looked at the horse.
"No thanks."
John paused, looking over his glasses.
"Excuse me?"
"I'll walk."
Ignotus stated flatly.
